USS Manhattan
Captains Ready Room- Check in with the CO
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sovrk (Chief Science Officer) in Captains Ready Room- Check in with the CO
A Vulcan male stepped off of the turbolift onto the bridge. The man walked onto the bridge and looked around for just a moment. He nodded to those around that currently manned their stations as he walked across the aft of the bridge. Somewhat slowly he crossed from port to starboard, seemingly he took in the sights of the bridge as he crossed over towards the door that separated the bridge from the Captains Ready Room. He lifted up his his hand and pressed the call button on the Comm beside the door so that it announced his presence at the door. His hand fell back to his side and he looked around the bridge a bit as he waited for an response. He stood there silently, his face seemed netural and expressionless, it almost teetered on solemnness.
Sovrk, CSO
“Come in.” a voice said from inside. The door silently slid open to reveal the office beyond. The office was organized, but had the feel of both authority… and peace. Two bookcases on one wall stood with shelves lined with actual books behind their glass doors. Pictures had been mounted around the room showing both places and people, many of them featuring the same person. Various odds and ends graced places here and there.
Displayed prominently, however, alone on a shelf high up on the wall directly behind the desk that sat opposite the door, was the lone figure of a gold Ox. Lighting had been directed so that it drew the eye of anyone who came through the door almost immediately. Below that hung a… coat, for lack of a better word… that seemed to originate from a vid from Earth circa the mid twentieth century. Specifically those years many referred to as ‘the 70’s’.
Seated behind the desk was the Captain. He looked up as the doors opened. His hair was black, making the bright blue eyes beneath the well-groomed hair even more intense. He had a youthful appearance, somewhat more so than the Captain’s pips at his collar would seem to indicate. He smiled and stood up and, holding out his hand, he said with a slight British accent “Lieutenant Sovrk . It is indeed a pleasure to have you aboard. Please, sit.” and he indicated one of the chairs set in front of the desk.
Cochrane, CO